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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Fog swirls through a decaying botanical garden, kudzu-wrapped statues of cryptids and forgotten deities looming amidst overgrown vegetation, like, vines wrapped around their bodies in deliberate, impossible knots. The air's heavy with damp earth and ozone, an electric stillness pulsating in sync with price charts for various cryptos displayed on tiny LED screens somehow grown into the plants' trunks. Uh, morning sunlight barely penetrates the mist, illuminating twisted tendrils snaking from a dilapidated glasshouse, now a shelter for some sort of ancient satellite dish that's drawing dew from the air into Dogecoin-embossed, hollow glass orbs.